Chapter: 710
Pyo-wol sprinted across the plains like the wind.
More and more, Won Ga-young�s smell started to get stronger.�
This could only mean that the gap between him and Heukam was rapidly narrowing.�
In fact, he could already see someone moving in the distance.
A black figure running while carrying someone on his shoulder.
It was Heukam.
However, Heukam did not notice at all that Pyo-wol was near and just behind him.
It was natural.
Pyo-wol completely concealed his presence. And Jin Geum-woo, who was only a burden, was also removed.
No matter how keen Heukam�s eyes were, and no matter how good his senses were, it was impossible for him to notice the presence of Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol followed Heukam like a ghost.
He thoroughly matched himself to Heukam�s every action.�
Pyo-wol would breathe at the same time as Heukam, and Pyo-wol�s heart would beat at the same rate as Heukam..
Pyo-wol basically synchronized his body with Heukam.
It was one of Pyo-wol�s unique skills that no one could imitate.
At this moment, Pyo-wol was another Heukam. So Heukam did not notice Pyo-wol at all, even though Pyo-wol was directly behind him.
Rather, it was another person who discovered Pyo-wol.
Won Ga-young, who was shaking helplessly on the shoulders of Heukam, raised her head and saw Pyo-wol.
Her eyes fluttered as if they were about to tear open. If Heukam had not restrained her, she would have screamed at that moment.
Pale white face, insensitive eyes that show no emotion.
It was as if a ghost was following them.
�Pyo-wol!�
Neung Soun touched the upper part of his chest and frowned.
The tips of his finger felt a small wound. It was such a small hole that only a single thread could pass through. The wound was so small that a stranger might mistake it for a small dot.�
But the pain felt from the wound was worse than any other major wound.
Pyo-wol�s Soul-Reaping Thread penetrated into Soun�s dorsal scapula and penetrated the front of his chest. It wasn�t a life-threatening wound, but it was enough to shatter Neung Soun�s pride.
Neung Soun bit his lip and looked out the window.
�I couldn�t do anything. Nothing��
Far from being unable to avenge Seo Mun-pyeong�s death, the fact that he was helpless against Pyo-wol was tormenting him.
This was the first time he had felt so helpless since leaving for Jianghu. JrNovels.com
More and more, Won Ga-young�s smell started to get stronger.�
This could only mean that the gap between him and Heukam was rapidly narrowing.�
In fact, he could already see someone moving in the distance.
A black figure running while carrying someone on his shoulder.
It was Heukam.
However, Heukam did not notice at all that Pyo-wol was near and just behind him.
It was natural.
Pyo-wol completely concealed his presence. And Jin Geum-woo, who was only a burden, was also removed.
No matter how keen Heukam�s eyes were, and no matter how good his senses were, it was impossible for him to notice the presence of Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol followed Heukam like a ghost.
He thoroughly matched himself to Heukam�s every action.�
Pyo-wol would breathe at the same time as Heukam, and Pyo-wol�s heart would beat at the same rate as Heukam..
Pyo-wol basically synchronized his body with Heukam.
It was one of Pyo-wol�s unique skills that no one could imitate.
At this moment, Pyo-wol was another Heukam. So Heukam did not notice Pyo-wol at all, even though Pyo-wol was directly behind him.
Rather, it was another person who discovered Pyo-wol.
Won Ga-young, who was shaking helplessly on the shoulders of Heukam, raised her head and saw Pyo-wol.
Her eyes fluttered as if they were about to tear open. If Heukam had not restrained her, she would have screamed at that moment.
Pale white face, insensitive eyes that show no emotion.
It was as if a ghost was following them.
�Pyo-wol!�
Neung Soun touched the upper part of his chest and frowned.
The tips of his finger felt a small wound. It was such a small hole that only a single thread could pass through. The wound was so small that a stranger might mistake it for a small dot.�
But the pain felt from the wound was worse than any other major wound.
Pyo-wol�s Soul-Reaping Thread penetrated into Soun�s dorsal scapula and penetrated the front of his chest. It wasn�t a life-threatening wound, but it was enough to shatter Neung Soun�s pride.
Neung Soun bit his lip and looked out the window.
�I couldn�t do anything. Nothing��
Far from being unable to avenge Seo Mun-pyeong�s death, the fact that he was helpless against Pyo-wol was tormenting him.
This was the first time he had felt so helpless since leaving for Jianghu. JrNovels.com
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